Mrs. Norris's meow is getting closer and closer.
In the corridor, Black Cat on the armor sighed humanely.
Hufflepuff always follows the rules, except for a certain senior who really likes Fantastic Beasts.
Let's not let some accidents ruin the good mood of Hogwarts students and faculty Christmas.
When Hannah and Sarian were too frightened to move, Black Cat had already disappeared into the shadows of the corridor like ink and reappeared in the firelight.
"Is it... that lucky Black Cat? Hannah, am I just seeing things?"
Sarian asked stammering.
Ten minutes later.
Under the thick ribbon composed of holly and Mistletoe, Hannah and Sarian are still in disbelief.
They were led to the lounge by a Black Cat, and after Black Cat appeared, Mrs. Norris didn't follow them - their legs were obviously so weak and they walked so slowly.
So now they stand stupidly at the door of Hufflepuff Common Room. The lounge behind him was warmer than ever before, with the curtains drawn and a fire burning in the fireplace. The usual fragrance of plants and the sweetness of food wafted in, but they couldn't let the two little witches in to take a look.
"You're right, that's the good-luck Black Cat. Oh my god - Sarian, isn't it the will of that statue that came alive?!"
Hannah was shocked.
"Oh! I guess you're right-"
Sarian matched the signal.
So the story of Lucky Black Cat spread inexplicably.
It wasn't until Great Hall and Sean heard this story the next day.
"The night messenger of Christmas, Castle Spirit Cat, who is in charge of good luck, the towering castle is his ears, the spiral staircase is his breath..."
Sean was confused.
When did this rumor start?
Then he heard Sarian's solemn speech on the long table of Hufflepuff:
"If you could only touch its ears,"
Her voice was clear and firm,
"Good luck will be with you all year long!"
Not at all!
Sean finally saw how capable little wizards are at spreading rumors.
Those Hufflepuff, they always believed in what their companions said, so they all started discussing with curiosity and excitement.
On High Table, Sean feels like a lot of eyes are looking at it. Headmaster Dumbledore laughed so hard that his beard was shaking. Professor McGonagall was still very gentle, but the smile in his eyes seemed a little too much.
But the professor was not smiling all the time. When she looked at Headmaster Dumbledore, her face always became expressionless.
Sean sighed and let them pass it on however they want.
I just hope that when he goes to study Animagus, the professor... or Headmaster Dumbledore will stop laughing all the time...
Today is the first day of the Christmas holiday, and it is also a Saturday morning with heavy snow.
A lot of little wizards, such as Harry and Weasley brothers, were having a snowball fight on the playground and played crazy for a long time. Then, they were too cold, their clothes were wet, and they returned to the Great Hall fire out of breath.
Sean just came out of Hope Cottage, because Mr. Owl was fighting and biting in the portrait, making a noise for half an hour.
Of course, there is more than one place to be noisy.
Within Headmaster's office.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, if you have a lot of time, should you deal with some things that the principal should deal with..."
Professor McGonagall's face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a serious line.
"I need to leave for a few days at this Christmas. This is my leave application."
After speaking, she gently placed an application form on the table. Even though she was angry, she still maintained the grace she deserved.
On the brand-new envelope, names such as Ephistone Uquiart and Malcolm can be vaguely seen.
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment. For the first time in a long time, he showed a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart:
"It should be like this, I agree, Minerva, I agree, let's go for a walk."
His frankness made Professor McGonagall also slightly stunned.
The wind and snow were as fierce as ever, falling at the door of Headmaster's office's window, but it quickly melted into a trickle.
Those names are stories that happened several winters ago.
A perfect but flawed story.
In the early days of Hogwarts's tenure, Minerva·Professor McGonagall had a short but happy marriage to his former boss of Ministry of Magic, Ephistone Uquiert.
Not long after Voldemort lost power for the first time, when the two were walking along the Hogwarts lakeside one summer afternoon, the white-haired Ephistone proposed to Minerva·Professor McGonagall for the unknown number of times.
This time she agreed. Effistone, who was retired at the time, was so happy that he bought a small villa for the two of them in Hogsmeade, which made it much more convenient for Minerva·Professor McGonagall to go to work every day.
The marriage was happy, although tragically short-lived as it was destined to be. Although they did not have children of their own, Minerva's nephews and nephews (the children of her younger brothers Malcolm and Little Robert) often visited their home, which made Minerva·Professor McGonagall live a very happy life during this period.
Just three years after their marriage, Ephistone died unexpectedly due to being bitten by Venomous Tentacula, which made people who knew the couple feel very sad.
Minerva·Professor McGonagall couldn't bear to stay alone in the villa, so after her husband's funeral, she packed her bags and returned to Hogwarts Castle and moved into a stone bedroom. As an extremely brave and private person, Professor Mak devoted all her energy to her work. Few people understood the pain she had endured. The only exception was probably Dumbledore.
Today, the professor once again received a letter from afar. Her former family members are still beating their hearts about this matter.
They begged the professor to bring the child back for a visit no matter what, but the professor found no reason to refuse.
In Headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall's light blue eyes were throbbing. She looked at the letter and turned away from Headmaster's office.
It was as if... the happiness that she once had glanced at her carefully and briefly.
In Headmaster's office, Dumbledore looked at the mountain of pending event books in front of him.
He... didn't he agree a little too early?
But no matter what, when Sean knocked on the door of Transfiguration office, he was greeted by the gentle eyes of Professor McGonagall.
"Come in, child, Headmaster Dumbledore is busy with things, and I will teach you Animagus Transfiguration next."
The professor said with a smile.
Transfiguration office's fireplace is the most violently burning fireplace Sean has ever seen. From the window here, you can still see the little wizard playing crazy on Quidditch Pitch.
On the edge of the window is a silver kitten ornament and a box of exquisite Cat-shaped Biscuit.
"Let me take a look at your Transfiguration progress, kid."
The professor said.